The birds are singing, both inside and out. Sleep fixed most of my aliments from yesterday and I can see the sun shining from my windows.
Before I got fully engrossed in gold paint, my mother paid me a visit. There wasn't too much talk of war and peace was a little more prevalent. Hopefully experiencing little bird, live (inanimate) and in person will not give her nightmares. She suffers from a legendary bird phobia. So, the images of her close to little bird are rare and a once in a lifetime moment.
I finished a lot of the basic gilding today, and added a second coat to last night's progress. The forecast for tomorrow is light snow...will it be white or silver glitter? Both perhaps? Tonight it is summer on the pier.